“What the fuck is that?” Felix mumbles behind me as I’m taking out the weapons. “Crossbow.” I open the box with bolts and start counting them. “It’s a new model Luca gave me last month to try out.” “You’re deranged.” He tsks. “Can’t you do anything the normal way? Why not dispatch them with a knife?” “Because there are usually at least three men at this checkpoint. And it’s not dark enough for sneaking up on that many targets.” “So, you picked a fucking crossbow? Who do you think you are—damn Van Helsing?”
